A prickle of unease slowly spread through Alvin's chest, deepening with every second that ticked by without any sign of Sarah. It had been well over fifteen minutes since she had excused herself to go to the restroom. She had been firm about not wanting him to tag along, insisting she just needed a quick moment to freshen up, and Alvin had tried his best to be patient, quietly sipping his drink while keeping an eye on the crowded room. But now, the lingering quiet was becoming impossible to ignore. Sitting idle was no longer an option. A sharp voice inside urged him to move—it was better to check on her himself, if only to grant his restless mind a bit of peace.
